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Emilio Miguel left the bedroom stark naked and returned a few minutes later. Rose Young was already dozing off but she was startled awake when several men entered the bedroom behind Emilio Miguel. She immediately pulled the blanket over her nude body and stared wide-eyed at the group of people.

"W-what's going on, Emil?" she asked and felt a bad premonition. Her sleepiness was completely gone in an instant.

The Spaniard gave her the most angelic smile that she had ever seen in her entire life but all she could feel was the pure evilness beneath it. His next words proved that her intuition was right.

"My dear Rosa, I'm already beginning to feel bored with just the two of us. So I thought, why don't we add more people to make it more exciting? I'm not like most men who get all possessive over a woman. I'm a very generous man. If I have something good, I like to share it to others now and then."

Rose backed away from him until her back hit the bed's headboard. "But I'm very possessive. I don't like sharing. And I don't like to be shared either."

Emilio Miguel only raised an eyebrow, continuing to smile at her. "But that is not up to you to decide now, is it? What did we talk about just now? You, my dear Rosa, are just a hostage. Your fate depends on my whims. So…are you going to please me or not?"

Fear and fury flashed in her eyes but they were gone in an instant as she smoothed out her expression. In the end, she tossed the blanket aside and crawled on all fours on the bed and waited for the Spaniard's next commands.

Later, Emilio Miguel sat on a chair that a subordinate brought inside the bedroom. He watched the scene of utter debauchery in front of him as his hand slowly stroked his manhood.

Rose was in the middle of the bed surrounded by five men, all his subordinates. Her limbs were tied in bondage ropes. All of her holes were filled. Each men took turns, not allowing her to rest. Different kinds of used toys littered the bed and the floor.

At first, she was still struggling against the men, but soon, she allowed herself to sink into the dark fantasy turned into reality that Emilio Miguel created. She was now moaning and squealing in pure pleasure and pain. Loud sounds of slapping and sloshing of wet flesh filled the bedroom.

Emilio Miguel smirked. This was what he liked about Rose Young. She had no shame in embracing her inner desires. The woman was just as depraved as he was. Not bad for someone who wasn't all that outstanding be it in her looks, temperament, background, or abilities.

Too bad that she was nothing but a toy to him and a tool for the organization.

But for now, she was still useful. The organization still valued her as an important pawn to control the Young family in Singapore. And of course, she was still useful to him in satisfying his sexual urges.

As long as she didn't go too far, Emilio Miguel was willing to indulge some of her requests. He considered himself a gentleman. If he was fucking someone, he would treat the person well. But if he was done with the person, then there was no need for any second thoughts. Just dispose the person, be done with it, and move on to the next one.

While stroking himself and enjoying the live show in front of him, he grabbed his phone and called someone.

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The atmosphere was heavy at the guest house. René Alejandro and his brothers were in the computer room drinking cold beer. Nobody spoke. They just drank in silence and looked weary.

All of their computers were fine this time. Nothing was fried. That was something good, at least.

Thanks to Master El Payaso fortifying their systems security remotely right after they moved to this new property, Drakon's damn disciple, the vicious BlackPanther, was unable to cause much damage to them. However, they were still unsuccessful in gaining victory.

They trained hard and improved their software and hardware. All of them believed that they levelled up a lot from their last failure against their greatest rival Drakon and his two disciples, WhiteTigress and BlackPanther.

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It turned out that they had been too overconfident. Yes, they levelled up but so did Drakon's two disciples.

As hackers themselves, they felt it. The gap between them and Drakon's damn disciples were increasing.

René Alejandro finished his beer and stood up. "It's good that we discovered this gap early. If we waited longer to face them, then it would be far too late for us, no? Now we focus on training harder and improving ourselves."

His words boosted his brothers' fighting spirits.

"You're right, brother!"

"I'll go check the data from the battle now and begin the analysis."

"We're Master El Payaso's chosen disciples. We can't just be discouraged because of our rival's two cheeky disciples who keep on getting in our way."

René Alejandro didn't reply. Indeed, he was one of El Payaso's chosen disciples. In fact, he was the best. But deep inside, he didn't choose El Payaso as his master. It was Fantom who he still looked up to until now.

He left his brothers and headed outside the garden to take a walk. It was cold but he acted as if the winter weather was nothing to him despite wearing only a long-sleeved shirt. He glanced at the main mansion.

Wei Lan was out shopping with Randy as usual. It suited him and his brothers just fine because they didn't need to worry about her being nosy.

He was itching to smoke a cigarette even when he already quit years ago when his phone rang. His eyes turned frosty and dangerous when he saw the call display.

"What is it?" he asked, not bothering to greet the caller.

Emilio Miguel chuckled on the other end of the line. "Hello to you, too, my little brother."

René Alejandro was about to hang up when he heard some lewd noises. His expression turned ugly.

"You perverted shit," he spat. "You're calling me while fucking someone? No, I hear many voices. Don't call me while you're having an orgy. I'm not a pervert like you!"